A tear is shed for broken hearts, As Faithful friends, do depart, A wasted bond which has been spun, Weakened, battered and undone, And always vengeance in the way, But still their tears drop, day by day, Wishing things could mend and heal, But anger is all they wish to feel, Scared to admit that they may long, To one day, fix the things gone wrong. But till the day of mended pain, Both shall struggle to maintain, Their ignorance to their mistakes, Their empty care that friends did break, No one knows, what future holds, But two true friends do unfold, It came so quick, without demand, But as for now, it’s in their hands, For neither knows what other feels, But both must know what all is real, The memories of the endless times, The pain that seems in constant rhyme, The mending power which they confer, The reality of longing for, And now lies the day which needs an end, To leave it stay as broken friends, Or to work for things that they do long, But either way, they should move on.
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